Just as Liu Yuanyuan and the others reached the seats.
Jiang Qiao walked to the corner of the hall instead and dug a small box out of the ground.
The box was exquisitely crafted.
When he opened it, there was a miniature carving inside.
A small house.
There was a little courtyard outside.
The furniture inside was neatly arranged, and flowers bloomed throughout the courtyard.
It looked beautiful.
On the second floor of the small building, a charcoal fire burned over a warm-colored carpet. By the window stood a Little Person gazing outside.
It looked very attractive.
It had no eyes, only a pair of ears.
Its nose was gone.
But red liquid seeped from it.
Its mouth hung wide open... not because it did not want to close it, but because row upon row of needles had been driven into its oral cavity.
Its expression was somewhat ferocious.
Its skin was rosy.
But distended, bulging veins covered its skin.
Just moments ago.
It had even spoken.
That was right.
The one who had answered Liu Yuanyuan and the others was this Little Person.
"What are you?"
Jiang Qiao asked curiously.
He could sense that the Little Person's body was entirely a miniature version of a living human body. It even had blood and qi surging through it.
And its consciousness.
It was somewhat like a Spiritual Body that had been forcibly inserted.
Each remained independent.
Yet they had temporarily fused together.
This reminded him of the white shadow that had drifted out of the door earlier.
Had it come from here?
His gaze swept across the hall.
There was more than just this Little Person in the hall. In fact, at least twenty or thirty boxes were hidden there. Each box contained a residence of a different style, inhabited